rats

Rats in the rat race, rats chased by cats chased by rats holding signs and
shouting back, "We want our fat-back-baby-pork-ribbed-rack! We work and we
work and all we get is flack back while you patronizingly tip yo' hat; well,
man, we want some slack! We want our fat-back-baby-pork-ribbed-rack! The
meaty stuff is where we're at. Give us some, man, give us that!"

But the cats, the cats, they know where it's at. They snooze on mats, they
receive their pats, they listen like bats, and they know EXACTLY when their
bowl is fat with their own fat-back-baby-pork-ribbed-rack. How do they do
it, these seemily lackidazical cats? And still, they slyly chase the rats.

So here is the story of the rats and the cats, of chasing and racing and
winning the rack. So what is the difference? Why does one sleep in luxury,
eating the fattest of fat, while the other races and chases and shouts back?

I don't know.....

What I do know is .....

I WANT MY FAT-BACK-BABY-PORK-RIBBED-RACK!